When I saw this in a doorway the other day ( thank you artists - alas I didn't think to get a snap with your names on it with the Pixie having a moment) - I thought, this feels like me right now. There is a lot of paper swamping my space, ideas in my head, tasks I have to fulfill, but there is still a light on.
I give thanks for the artists of this installation for reminding me that.
I give thanks for dazzling writing - reading Anne Michaels' Fugitive Pieces.
I give thanks for some help with my editing - thank you editing fairy god mother for coming to my aid, better than a pair of glass slippers and a pumpkin.
I give thanks for the Literary review - which makes my brain think and swell with images and ideas when I am unable to put pen to paper.
I give thanks to the wonderful interviews with Margaret Throsby in the mornings and thankfully are online. With spoon in hand and Pixie in the highchair I am enthralled by the stories. Tom Kennelly most recently sparkled in my ears with his wit and canny knack for hearing wonderfully true stories that are begging to be made into fiction.
I give thanks for my hour of writing a week - not much, but it keeps me ticking over and my brain is doing the writing in between hours, my mind plotting and envisioning, particularly between the hours of 4am - 9am if I happen to be awake.
I give thanks for my blog friends - you know who you are - little life lines of ideas and creativity that make the world bigger.
3 comments:
That wonderful shining light, Gondal girl. Hope ahead.
I loved Fugitive Pieces, so much so I wrote down a few quotes. You might enjoy re-reading a couple, I'll include them here:
‘To live with ghosts requires solitude.’
‘When a man dies his secrets bond like crystals, like frost on a window.'
You perhaps have more. The book is full of them. Michaels' poetic prose is exquisite.
Fantastic image, and apposite indeed now I know the sheer size of the writing you produce ... good on you counting your blessings. I do that too when the paper threatens to overwhelm and the light flickers. I also like to remember the phrase 'one bird at a time' (from that book about writing by someone or other)... a bit like 'one step at a time' ... so even 'one hour at a time'... better than nothing for now. And little Pixie is an enormous paperless blessing you are so lucky to have. Go GG. X
Apols for the delay
Elizabeth - finished Fugitive pieces ( thanks for the recommendation Mary) - it is staggering how many perfect sentences and quotes there are in it - I had to resist writing them down
And Mary - The Pixie is the best story yet - I was meaning when wearing the writing hat. The Pixie is a Life hat. Sometimes I feel like the cat in the hat at the end, I wear so many metaphorical hats.
My most recent novel is an anomoly - a mammoth came out of the pages when I expected a modest baby elephant! - one bird at a time for sure - Bird by Bird by Anne Lamont? I read in case of emergencies and the like - must feather my nest with it more
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